“Of course, I would nev–”
“Three; one month is one month. Then it’s over. I mean over. I’ll be taking a sabbatical and using that time to get the house on the market. We’re moving.”
That got the reaction out of her he was expecting. “Ed, no!” Michelle actually, literally stomped a foot at that. “We had this house custom built! Every brick, every board, every nail is put exactly where we wanted. This place…” She rolled her head on her neck, trying to look everywhere. “This home is… it’s a physical representation of our dreams!”
Ed stared back at her. Just stared. Michelle hunched her shoulders. “I… Okay, how about this; at the end of the month, if you haven’t come around, haven’t been completely convinced that I was right… then I’ll help you put it up for sale.”
She was so confident, it was dumbfounding. Still, Ed knew that this was his line in the sand. And yet, he tried to soften himself, even going so far as to smile. “Gorgeous, are you going to let this deal fall through, or are you going to recognize that equal exchange is equal exchange?”
She didn’t seem to know how to take that. She obviously liked that he was using her pet name again, but wanted to scowl that he wasn’t budging. Finally, she settled for narrowing her eyes and giving him a tight smile. “Fine. Deal.” She eased a bit, and her smile grew sly. If she thought she wasn’t like a neon sign to the man she’d spent every day with since forever, she was wrong. Ed absolutely knew that she was assuming she could change his mind down the road. Never in this life, sweetheart. Whatever else happens, it’ll happen far from him, one way or another.
He sat there in silence then, detached, not even acknowledging that it was done. Michelle tilted her head at him. “So… we have this weekend, which I plan to make absolutely fabulous use of, and then Monday morning it starts.” Her smile was so guileless, so happy, he almost returned it.
Almost. He settled for a nod, then stood. “I need…” He sighed. “I need a shower.” To a slew of assents and promises of a fantastic next few days, Ed trudged up the stairs. He nearly stopped to say one last thing to her, but held himself back. After all, what use would it be to point out that his wife, in all her talk about fucking another man, had seemed to completely forget that, even though he had no desire for it, the entire deal was supposed to have been a two-way street?
Gonna be a long month.
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Dominik’s rumbling groan was music to Michelle’s ears. The taste of him filling her mouth was ambrosia on her tongue. The feel of taking his seed into her stomach with long, hungry gulps was the warmth of the summer sun. The tingle of her scalp under the strong, dexterous fingers entangled in her silky black hair was electricity. With the man’s still-turgid member between her working lips, Michelle smiled. I’m ready.
With that thought, she gave a small, happy mewl and took him deeper, using her throat muscles when her nose nuzzled into his trimmed yellow pubic hair. Her pride was indescribable in that moment. I finally did it! Dom’s groan became a full-blown growl as he bucked his hips up and continued filling his partner, and she put her hands over his where they gripped her hair, letting him know that she could take it.
After seconds that felt like days, Michelle had milked him dry, and she felt him soften on her tongue. With a real reluctance, she extracted him from her mouth, her throat, but, not done yet, she rested her head on his thigh and proceeded to lick and kiss the fantastic instrument while lightly stroking it with her delicate fingers in an act of grateful worship.
Dom stroked her hair affectionately for some seconds before speaking. “Better than Monday, Misha.”
She looked up then to see him smile down at her approvingly, and flushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m… sorry about that. It was the first day, and I was too self-conscious.” That was an understatement. Head full of Ed and one of their most deeply-bonding weekends together, Michelle had been as recalcitrant as a teenager playing spin the bottle for the first time when she had practically tiptoed her way over to the Novaks’ home at the beginning of the week. Of course, master that he was, Dominik had chased any and all misgivings right out of her after the greatest cunnilingus she’d ever experienced. Still, they had unnecessarily wasted a bit of time, and she bemoaned it.
After the delay at getting to the sex that Monday morning, the deadline of ten o’clock that she’d agreed to with Ed seemed almost unfair, and now, on Friday’s round two, she was determined to make up for it.
Dominik lifted Michelle off the floor and out of her reminiscence both, gently directing her and positioning her on his bed. She felt so sexy that way, lying naked on top of the covers with her big boobs splayed and rolling across her chest. When Dom began lightly tracing patterns across her flat stomach, teasing her navel and then retreating to her pubis, where they jumped to her thigh, then around and about, over and over in a heady rush of unpredictable sensation, and his other hand began plying the open flesh of her breasts…
Jesus, girl, get hold of yourself. You’re going to cream right… She felt his fingers curl up inside her, and any attempt at control went bye-bye.
“I must say, Monday was surprising, Misha.” Dom wouldn’t let it go, even as his fingers turned her to pudding. “You were not nearly so closed in the last few weeks. Remember that first afternoon, when Katja joked that your rough, American lips could never match hers? I thought that the two of you were going to eat my proud trooper when you both attacked it at once.”
Michelle’s quivers stopped abruptly. Dammit, why did he have to say that out loud? She couldn’t put into words how ashamed she had been of herself the day she’d first let her new friends convince her that it was a matter of pride to show them what the good ol’ U.S. of A. had to offer. Not to mention the fact that it happened right after one of the best birthdays Ed had ever given her. That had been a low point, and every private vow to make it up to her husband had been the most sincere promise she’d ever made.
That was why, the next week, Michelle had visited the Novaks again after assuring herself it was a momentary, one-and-done mistake, and that she had full control.
Honestly, it truly had been a surprise when, only about twenty minutes after being greeted at the door by Kat, she found herself with her tight blouse yanked up over her braless, perfect tits, her lacy panties looped around her ankle after being pulled from under the short skirt bunched at her narrow waist, and her frantic pelvis grinding onto Dom’s smoldering, throbbing cock as her spine bent involuntarily while she bellowed out the biggest orgasmic scream of her life.
Part of the problem, she knew, was that Kat had been behind her, mauling her quivering boobs, cruelly pulling on her engorged nipples, and sucking hard enough on her the base of her neck that she’d had to wear collared shirts for two days to cover up the light hickey. That woman was absolutely uninhibited, and Michelle found herself responding with voracious lips of her own during the after-care; the pair of them cuddling and nuzzling each other while Dom’s hands stroked and groped their freely-given bodies, staking a claim with actions, if not words. Michelle discovered on that day that, after proper prepping, she could come in buckets, twice in a row, from nothing but a woman’s lips and a man outright conquering her shapely, sensitive breasts.
She’d had to actively suppress the voice that chided her about participating in her first three-way, but not including Ed. It was a small voice, though, snuffed when her handsome neighbor had inserted himself quietly back into her from behind, then came inside her for the first time a few frenetic minutes later. She had barely been able to believe that a man could produce so much at once, and half-seriously wondered why her flat stomach didn’t bulge from the flood boiling within her. Katja had seemed to sense her wonder, and rubbed Michelle’s stomach affectionately while purring into her mouth.
Her guilt had ratcheted up a notch with the second three-way, not two days later, but that was also the moment that things became clear. When it dawned on her, with overwhelming relief, what she was actually doing.
While Kat writhed under Michelle’s tongue–a first for the buttoned-down corporate lawyer–moaning out that she was a natural, Dom was taking Michelle from behind, doggy-style. Yet, the man hadn’t been hammering her. Hadn’t been casually demolishing her with a preening arrogance like before. He was measured and methodical, almost gentle in his rhythm. The sex was still astronomical for Michelle, but when she realized that Dom was purposefully regulating himself so that his lover could successfully service his wife… it clicked. Michelle knew then that she was in the hands of experts, and that she could gain so, so much from them if she allowed herself to accept it all.